Friday, January 6, 2017

Crumb Chronicles

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I watch you pick the crumb that fell off your plate
I’ve never been here except in my dreams
Your words rumble through my ears
As you talk of bone marrows and cartilages
And how in many ways the human body is a microcosm of the world
While my mind slides through the events that led to this
This  déjà vu

I  don’t want to blink
afraid that in a second
The crumbs would fall back to the table
And you, back in my dreams

Back when your face was a haze
And our conversations bogus,
(always happening only in my mind)
Back when you were dining with Queens
And I,
that crumb

Monday, September 12, 2016

Love and Grace


There are memories we keep going back to. Sometimes we do it consciously, most times, out of habit. They are the ones when we loved with eyes wide open and feet flat on the ground.

But they are memories that have no future. Authenticity is no guarantee of strength. Sometimes, even true love gets tired. That’s where grace should come in.

I loved. It was grace I lacked.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Some Things

I fight to keep my eyes open
It’s one of those mornings I don’t like

You visited my dreams. Again.
And I miss you. Again.

And there’s nothing I can do about it
except to get up and concede
This is the battle I will never win at
Not today, not today.

But the dreams I’ve collected
Started to dance around
In that little pocket
of my heart
And they tell me
“Instead,  look at the stars
Some things can’t be reached
But they are beautiful where they are”

So I close my eyes one more time
In my dreams
You are mine

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Friday, March 18, 2016

Haunted

I made a promise
To never again write about you
Nor for you
But here I am writing you an
“I miss you”
It makes me a promise breaker
But then, 
so are you

-venusspeaks 
3-18-16


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Monday, February 29, 2016

#APoemADay Project

They say the world is round
I say mine is in the shape of you
I will keep chasing horizons
Until I find you at the end of it
Because I know
No sunset is as beautiful
No sunrise as comforting
As the ones I will spend with you

I believe in love
That’s why I refuse to accept anything else

Ending this #APoemADay project with this one. I have been writing poems since I was 14, or maybe younger. I did this exercise because I wanted to try out writing poems for the sake of writing. After writing a poem each day for several days, I discovered that I can actually write without drawing from a specific real life experience, and  that I can paint a picture with words that seemed real. So I enjoyed waking up everyday excited to find out what poem was waiting to be written.

About two weeks into it I realized, all my poems came from a single experience.No matter how many different ways I write them, they all tell the same story.  

Sara Kay, my favourite spoken word artist mentioned about Paul Valery in one of her poems and she quoted him saying “A poem is never finished, only abandoned.” And without hesitation, I agree.

I wish you were a poem
You would have been easier to walk away from.





p.s. I have only written 14 poems, only half of my target with was 29 ( one for each day of the month).




Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Monday, February 22, 2016